Growing up, I had two aunts on my mother’s side—Nancy and Carolyn. They were my mother’s sisters, but life worked out in a way that I spent much more time around Carolyn. Her son, my cousin Allen, was like a brother to me. I did see Nancy at family reunions and sometimes at Thanksgiving, but […]
Back in the early seventies, when we moved to Todd County, I found myself with a fascination most kids didn’t think twice about—box turtles. For those who don’t know, a box turtle is that special kind that can close itself up completely, drawing every bit of its body inside the shell until it looks like
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It always starts the same way. You’re not thinking about the past. You’re just driving to the store, washing your car, sipping your coffee… and then it happens. That one song comes on. And just like that, you’re somewhere else. You’re not in 2025 anymore. You’re 17, riding shotgun in your best friend’s car or
The year was 1966. My Aunt Nancy Bivens, along with my grandma and grandpa, took a road trip from Todd County, Kentucky, to Oklahoma to visit my grandpa’s brother. One warm, sunny afternoon, they decided to enjoy a peaceful picnic down by the river. After driving for a couple of hours along a dusty, narrow
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I was watching an episode of The Wonder Years the other night. In it, the main character, Kevin, was getting picked on at school—and that took me back. Way back. I moved up to Todd County in May of 1974 from Miami, Florida. My family had just bought Grandpa’s farm, and to me, it felt like stepping
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It was the late 1960s on my grandma and grandpa’s farm in North Todd County, Kentucky. Back then, every day seemed bigger than life, filled with chores to do, fields to explore, and a hundred ways for kids to get into trouble before sundown. On one particular morning, Grandma was packing a lunch for herself
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As I’m sitting here recovering from a robotic triple bypass I had just two weeks ago, I’ve had a lot of time to think. Thankfully, I was a candidate for the robotic procedure — it’s less invasive, and the healing is quicker. I’ve had plenty of support — family, friends, kind words, and prayers. And
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It was about four o’clock in the afternoon on prom day, 1977, when I had just picked up my tuxedo in Hopkinsville. The suit bag was hanging in the back seat of my ’74 Camaro, and I was running behind. The plan was simple—get home, get cleaned up, and get to the prom. But somewhere
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When I was a kid, there was no place in the world like my grandparents’ house in North todd. It wasn’t anything grand — just a simple farm house sitting quiet against the rolling fields — but when you stepped through the front door, it was like stepping into another world. A world where everything
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Forty-eight years ago today, April 10, 1977, the morning started out peaceful and full of promise. The sun rose in a bright blue sky, casting a warm glow over our little part of the world. Everything felt normal—just like any other Sunday. My sister Karen had to leave the house that morning for something—I can’t
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